Sea Shanties & Maritime Music

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Nov
10
This Day in History · 1975

Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they call Gitchigumi. Lake Superior claimed the Edmund Fitzgerald on the frigid evening of November 10, 1975. En route from Superior, WI to Detroit, MI with a full load of iron ore, she was caught in a storm with near-hurricane-force winds and waves up to 35 feet. Captain Ernest McSorley radioed the nearby freighter Arthur M. Anderson throughout the evening as conditions worsened. His last transmission, at 7:10 PM, was “We are holding our own.” Ten minutes later the Fitzgerald vanished from radar. She sank 17 miles northwest of Whitefish Point with all 29 crew. No distress call was ever sent.

Gordon Lightfoot penned the famous Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald in 1976 after reading an article about the Fitzgerald and other Great Lakes tragedies.

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Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
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Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee." The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead when the skies of November turn gloomy. With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty, that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed when the "Gales of November" came early.

I remembered that sailors still sing in chorus while they work, and even sing different songs according to what part of their work they are doing... And I suddenly wondered why if this were so it should be quite unknown, for any modern trade to have a ritual poetry... I had really got no further than the sub-conscious feeling of my friend the bank-clerk—that there is something spiritually suffocating about our life; not about our laws merely, but about our life. Bank-clerks are without songs, not because they are poor, but because they are sad. Sailors are much poorer.

G. K. Chesterton, Tremendous Trifles: The Little Birds Who Won't Sing, 1909